Who the hell is Larry?
Well, Larry is the accountant guy who got home late one night and Linda, his wife, asked, "Where the hell have you been?"
Larry replied, "I was out getting a tattoo!"
"A tattoo"? she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"
"I got a hundred dollar bill tattooed on my dick," he said proudly.
"What the hell were you thinking"? she said, shaking her head in disgust. "Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred dollar bill tattooed on his penis?"
"Well, firstly, I like to watch my money grow.
Two, once in a while I like to play with my money.
Three, I like how money feels in my hand.
And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want."
Larry is in St Mary's Hospital, room 233.
Well, Larry is the accountant guy who got home late one night and Linda, his wife, asked, "Where the hell have you been?"
Larry replied, "I was out getting a tattoo!"
"A tattoo"? she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"
"I got a hundred dollar bill tattooed on my dick," he said proudly.
"What the hell were you thinking"? she said, shaking her head in disgust. "Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred dollar bill tattooed on his penis?"
"Well, firstly, I like to watch my money grow.
Two, once in a while I like to play with my money.
Three, I like how money feels in my hand.
And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want."
Larry is in St Mary's Hospital, room 233.
